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munna ikee - live from the ghetto lyrics

[intro: munna ikee]
(who? ari)
you know, sometimes you don’t even understand how far you’ve come (oh+oh)
and one thing i know, you can’t skip the struggle
yeah, nah, for real

[verse 1: munna ikee]
know how it feels when you feel defeated (defeated)
i’m in this sh+t just for a different reason (for a different reason)
when you in this just for the love of the game, it happens easy (easy)
you continuously keep winnin’, they see your achievements (your achievements)
i was broke down in the ghetto
sold my first pound in thе ghetto (ghetto)
let off my first round in thе ghetto (ghetto)
swear to god i saw it all in the ghetto (in the ghetto)

[chorus: munna ikee]
had good times in the ghetto (in the ghetto)
watched the good die in the ghetto (in the ghetto)
seen the trap change lives in the ghetto (in the ghetto)
and i’m still reportin’ live from the ghetto (from the ghetto, from the ghetto)
i’m talkin’ live from the ghetto (from the ghetto, from the ghetto)
reportin’ live from the ghetto (from the ghetto)
reportin’ live from the ghetto, yeah (from the ghetto)
reportin’ live from the ghetto (from the ghetto)
[verse 2: munna ikee]
tied in with drug dealers and k!llers from every city (nah, for real)
i know n+ggas stand on blocks and i know n+ggas stand on business
my lil’ n+ggas fifteen, posted up with all the switches (frrt, frrt)
and i done seen a gangster turn victim, turn witness
chrome heart cover my vision
put the rollie on my wrist, it came from treasures, but i’m still sinnin’
long way from the ‘jects, iced out my neck and go hit lenox (go hit lenox)
got the heart of a lion, striped like a tiger, not a bengal (nah, for real)
brother sellin’ dope, my uncle smokin’ it, he trippin’ (trippin’)
crazy that he chose a piece of rock over his children (over his children)
some n+ggas can’t overcome all they vices and i get it (and i get it)
they told me life is hard, but i swear life is what you make it (is what you make it)
twenty+three, i lost g+siah, twenty+five, i got a baby (i got a baby)
that sh+t crazy
and ikia died off that pill, that sh+t crazy
tohot died, i can’t bring him back, that sh+t crazy
i been tryna get duke k!ller smacked, that sh+t crazy (nah, for real)
they think your problems don’t exist when you rich and famous (rich and famous)
these n+ggas crashin’ over b+tches ’cause they can’t contain ’em (they can’t contain ’em)
these hoes goin’ out sad over these bags and bangles (bags and bangles)
came from nothin’, now i’m rich, i got a different angle

[chorus: munna ikee & g herbo]
had good times in the ghetto (in the ghetto)
watched the good die in the ghetto (in the ghetto)
seen the trap change lives in the ghetto (in the ghetto)
and i’m still reportin’ live from the ghetto (from the ghetto, from the ghetto)
i’m talkin’ live from the ghetto (from the ghetto, from the ghetto)
reportin’ live from the ghetto (from the ghetto)
reportin’ live from the ghetto, yeah (what up? ghetto, what up? ghetto)
reportin’ live from the ghetto (what up? live from the ghetto, here)
[verse 3: g herbo]
uh, i was broke as tuck with no bread
uncle was a hustler, auntie was a dopehead
broski rode me to the corner store on mopeds (on his mallee)
know a n+gga that ain’t die but he got no legs (i seen other sh+t happened)
seen my daddy on his d+ck, he ain’t know what to do (d+mn)
witnessed that sh+t and got rich, i turned one to two (i turned one to two, one hand)
granny crib, i had rats and roaches runnin’ through (runnin’ through that b+tch)
bought a mansion in the ‘burbs ’cause i wasn’t comfortable, uh (mansion, do that sh+t)
watchin’ swerve, pockets, i’m like f+ck them n+ggas, stunt
cop a maybach twice, i made a million in a month
hit the trap, sixteen, i was givin’ n+ggas fronts
they know not to play, you just gotta k!ll a n+gga once
n+ggas rappers but they actors, all they moves is stunts
p+ssy said my name was rat, we turned his ass to runtz
sayin’ my name on the’net ’cause he ain’t in my truck
want me to respond to that but i don’t care that much
i don’t talk a lot, but you get shot for such+and+such
n+ggas shake my hand and envy me, i gotta clutch
crib five mil’, my daughter jumpin’, double dutch
i got rich as f+ck, some days, be like, “for what?”

- munna ikee lyrics

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